She shook the bell on the pedicab and filled each milk carton with warm milk.
"Your milk is here!"
She would call out sweetly to each household to remind them.
Every day, Shao Gubei, who was used to having breakfast in the front yard, would always hear such a young and tender voice.
It was soft and sweet, giving people a warm feeling, just like the warm morning sun.
He stood up and walked out the door.
He was the only one in this family.
His parents had been traveling abroad for a long time and were rarely at home. His sister, Shao gunan, had also gone to another city to study. He rarely came back once or twice a year.
However, even though he lived alone in the house, there would be a helper who would come to cook and clean the room on time every day.
The house was huge and was a typical courtyard house. Although it was not particularly luxurious, it was still exquisite. After all, it was built by his parents, brick by brick, and he liked it very much.
